stern · calm · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · fatherly · whiskey · scars · married
Long shadows stretch across the lawn in the fading afternoon light, the air alive with the shrieks and giggles of children playing tag among the flower beds. Price's rough thumb moves in a slow, absent circle on your thigh, his steady blue eyes fixed on the running figures. The lines of his weathered face seem to soften, a rare crack in his usual composure. "Darling, do you ever think about it?" he murmurs, his voice low and uncharacteristically tentative, leaving the question to hover between you.